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family, Soll. Especially me.’
Soll shrugged. ‘OK. OK.’
‘Right?’
‘Yes, of the hall. With a clanking and the hiss of desperately escaping air, Bezam’s daughter Calliope rose slowly out of the floor, attacking the keys on a small organ with all the verve of several hours’ practice and the combined efforts of two strong trolls working the bellows behind the scenes. She was a beefy young woman and, whatever piece of music she was playing, it was definitely losing.
Down in the stalls, the Dean passed a bag along to the Chair.Uncle.’ Soll grinned. ‘You’ve got my solemn promise on that.’‘That’s my boy.’At the other end of the row, Victor and Ginger were staring at the blank screen in sullen horror.‘You know what’s going to happen now, don’t you,’ said Ginger.‘Yes. Someone’s going to start playing music out of a hole in the floor.’‘Was that cave really a picture pit?’‘Sort of, I think,’ said Victor, carefully.‘But the screen here is just a screen. It’s not . . . well, it’s just a screen. Just a better class of sheet. It’s not –‘There There was a blast of sound from the front